Hi. How are you? I hope that you say good, great, excellent -- anything better than broken because that's where I'm sitting right now and I would hate to think that only pain has come from this. Please don't think that this is simply an expression of anger; I promise you it's not. Right now, I have no anger towards you. I'm just really, really sad.

It feels like someone has died, and there is a gaping canyon in my chest where the heart should be. I think about you a lot; all the times you drove me around, the selfies we took and the abundant laughs we shared. I even miss the tricks you used to play on me. My memory is a constant stream of, "Remember when..." and, "That one time..." I think of you in this light and smile at what used to be. And then my mind darkens when I realize that it can be no more.

After that one night, most people would be mad. Most people would be livid with anger, shaking with rage and pounding their fists against the wall. But I'm not most people, and you (of all people) should know that. I'm not mad. I'm just a little hurt, which is a lot less than what most people would be feeling right now. I'm trying so hard to understand your situation because I refuse to believe that you just left. I refuse to believe that you are the type of person who would up and leave without any reasoning, and I think maybe if I could just understand why, then I could fix it.

You must be scared, afraid and definitely hurt. I can understand that. I've been there, so please believe me when I say that I empathize with you. You didn't know what to do or how to fix it, so you ran. Running is nice for awhile, but I want to share a secret with you -- you get tired. And the longer you run, the more tired you get and the harder it becomes to turn around. You see, you can only go so far and still be able to come back. The longer you run and the farther you go, the less likely it is that the people you left in your dust will stay the same. Time goes on and people change. You learn to live without the things you can't have.

But that is not to say you can't turn around now. Yes, you've been running, but we're all still here. It will be difficult, but it would have been that way from the beginning. By running, you've only made it more so. The funny thing is, everyone is still here waiting for you to come back. You don't have to go at this alone. We want to help. It's a limited time offer, so I'm begging you to take it now, please. I don't want to learn to live without you. I miss you. The door's open. Come in, kick off your shoes and we can fix this...together.